The Poet’s Island Produce
In island solitude
the poet waits for inspiration
like her backyard fig tree waits for rain,
especially during a summertime drought.
She knows that insight,
that small ripe fruit from trees,
is often tough to produce,
especially during late lazy August.
But after a soaking shower arrives,
all produce: the tree, the insight, the poet.
The poet’s now ready to share her figs
with her readers who pick each fruit
one by one, savor, and then devour,
making sure no morsel goes to waste.
Like vacationers on tropical atolls
readers smile, satisfied as they return home.